I will cross my heart on a star named David.
I will mumble curses at the ceiling.
I will pound holes in the pavement
and wake up with another untold lie.
As lightly as I can try and tread,
crossing something is as good as breaking it.
Lighter now, tighter yet.
I’ll still lose my mind while trying to save it.
I’ll still fumble with how I’m feeling.
I’ll still take it as well as I gave it
and make a new lover of severed ties.
Despite the unsightly words said,
dismissing something is as bad as forsaking it.
Tighter now; it’s all I’ll get.
It’s a missing part you’ve found after the fact.
It’s not knowing when or how to act.
It’s finding yourself back at the start
with what’s broken and sticking it in your eye.
It’s a needling blindness
and an awkward meeting at square one.
It’s crazy glue and paper hearts
tossed aside; I hope to die.
As tightly as I bind my broken head,
I’ve misunderstood how far to take it.
Lost and found, an erstwhile pet.
It’s a need for kindness
and an insane way of going about it.
I will bleed until I find
someone who loves me enough not to doubt it.
Formes Frustes – Lighter Now (2016)